Saturday, 18 August 2012

The Mystery of the Subconscious

Our physical body is a direct
consequence of knowledge (memories) stored in our subconscious. To put it simply,
if we think ‘sick’ long enough, put enough emotion into those thoughts, and
encode that thought into our subconscious, we
shall get sick. Alternatively, we can tie ourselves emotionally to an idea,
good or bad, and watch the consequences develop. We make up what we are.

The good news is that we have the
power to realign our memories to correct most, if not all at once, negative
inputs with which we may have been born. Your body is made up of between 50 and
100 trillion cells. In addition, we are hosts to 10 times as many viruses and
other microorganisms. If you can control the comings and goings of that crowd,
you are a better man/woman than I. Hence, the subconscious.

Nevertheless, there are ample examples of how we differ from
the physical body we have created. A person who lost a leg, or an arm, or for
that matter a loved one, such loss is manifested only in the physical reality.
In his or her dreams their body is whole, the loved on is very much alive, and
often carries traits much improved from those they displayed while in physical
form. Parenthetically, a phantom limb is another good example of this.
Basically, in our subconscious we remain whole.[1]

Unless we decide
otherwise.

Unless we imbed in our subconscious such infirmities, or
losses, so deep that, those deficiencies are experienced in the reality that
our subconscious displays. At least for a while.

The ancients Hebrews called the subconscious ‘soul’. At
least, that is how the various religions translated the Old Testament word nephesh. As so often with scribes, a lot
was lost in the translation. Nephesh
is ‘animal soul’, meaning neither more nor less than the subconscious, which
we, humans, share with most animals. Certainly with e.g. all mammals, certainly
dolphins, and all other fauna which displays conscious ability to remember. After all, as I’d stated many
times before, our subconscious is little more than memory storage. Dreams, in
turn, are the foretaste of our true, much more permanent reality, the
religionists refer to as heaven.

The real you, or I, or anyone, is the immortal,
indestructible, unchanging individualization of the Omnipresent Consciousness. It
is, as we all know, the I AM. It is the true Self, which enjoys the incredible
riches that our subconscious has accumulated over the infinity of time.

Aren’t we lucky?

[1]Please, forgive my bluntness,
but neurologists’ attempts at the explanation of these phenomena sound more
like mumbo-jumbo than most of what various theologians came up with in their
peregrinations.

About Me

An architect, sculptor, and prolific writer was educated in Poland and England. Since 1965 he has resided in Canada. His special interests cover a broad spectrum of arts, sciences, and philosophy. His fiction and non-fiction attest to his particular passion for the scope and the development of Human Potential. Under his real name, he published seven non-fiction books sharing his vision of reality. He also composed two collections of poems in his original native tongue in which he satirizes his view of the world while paying homage to Bozena Happach's sculptures. As an architect [RIBA, MRAIC, OAQ ret.] he designed a number high rise buildings in Montreal, including Regency Hyatt Hotel (now Delta), Place Mercantile, Headquarters for the Mutual Alliance, as well as a number of low and middle rise structures for private clients. In the National Capital he was the associate in charge of design of Royal Bank Headquarters on Sparks Street.